The Things That Bug You In The Early Hours

I do not want to forget:
The way I felt when I opened up my heart;
The way it wretched and flipped and bled every word,
And how it sat beating faster than I could keep up with
In anticipation of reply.
And how it began to slow down when that reply took too long,
And how it eventually stopped when the reply never came.
I do not want to forget:
The scratchy-patchy feeling of it's self mending;
The cliche of the empty space leftover,
And how it ate at the rest of my heart
Feeding it's appetite for a voided love.

I do not want to forget these emotions that may seem silly of foolish or petty.
Because at one point I felt them,
And they were real.
I know that next time I won't have to worry about them,
Because time and time again I will open my heart,
and I will wait for a reply.

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With steel traps unopened and winded words spoken,
These battles I've taken a few.
I'm tired of forgiving while vacantly watching,
So I'll sit here waiting for you.
I'm sitting here waiting for you.

For My Personal Amusement

"You deleted me off Facebook! (sounds offended)"
"Yea, I did. You also unfollowed me on Twitter."
"Yea, because your tweets are stupid and extremely annoying."

"Do you have anything you have to ask me?"
I sit there, wondering why I'm listening to this lecture in the first place, "Uhm... nope, I have nothing to ask you."
"(Gives me a look of denial) Are you sure? Don't you wanna know why I dumped you?"

"You have a lot of insecurities and no self-confidence in yourself.  Believe me, I know. It's not the reason why I broke-up with you, but it is."

"You see, (notions to his malnourished body) I went through this... health curve. And (notions to my body), well... you didn't."


And my favourite quote of the night:

"Okay, seriously though, why do you think I'm an asshole?"

Who Doesn't Know Your Name

It feels good
to,
wake up laying next to
the hot naked guy with tattoos,
who doesn't know your name

I'll never understand
why you like your coffee cold,
or,
or why you said "I love you" so soon

Wine Well Wasted

Tonight
could have been the perfect night
to be alone.

In My Dream Last Night

You looked me straight in the eyes
with a cold deadly stare
and merely shrugged
unable to give me what I wanted.
I felt you watching me
turn and walk away

because even though you knew I needed a better answer
secretly you want me to turn around and say,
"You're the only one that I've got."